Xiaojie's unparalleled name of Bao Dalang spread throughout Bianjing City in less than two or three days.

When the wind and snow falls into the lotus flower building, the poem is amazing, and the talented woman is far away from the red sleeves. It has become a must-talk for the teahouse and restaurant storytellers, portraying Bao Zheng as a good man who sits in a mess and is determined to be motivated.

Kou Pingzhong, a senior scholar in the second-rank Confucian school and Wenyuan Pavilion, praised Bao Zheng's two sentences, "He raised his head and the sun was red and the clouds were low, and the rivers and sky were all over the sky." He lamented that such a poem actually became the prosecutor of Kaifeng Prefecture and the sharpener?

Although the rejection of the courtesan lady and Su'an Buddhist monks seemed to be nothing that people did,

But Grand Secretary Kou also had to admit that Bao Wenzhi is noble in character and is stupid. Isn’t this world a fool needing a fool to be a role model?

I only sigh that Bao Zheng clearly had the position of Tong Sheng as a literary scholar. Now that he has gained a free life, he should continue to study poetry and books. He may not be sure to be another great scholar in the future.

As a result, he was deceived by the old thief of the Mo family and became a registered disciple. Old Gow Cen is not a son or a son! How dare he dig out the corner of my Confucian school?

When Cen Xiuzhu learned about this, she released 108 Mohist puppets that day. The puppets lined up in an orderly manner, pulled banners all over the street, shouted slogans in unison, and scolded Kou Laoxier as an old man who was virtuous and cultivating.

Several high-quality monks from Bianjing City were all stunned.

The master of weapon refining really can't afford to offend him; he really annoyed this master. He can transform the puppet into your wife's appearance and pour room pots all over the streets...

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When it comes to various comments from the outside world, Bao Zheng only thinks that the wind is passing by.

How could an ambitious young man like him lose his way because of this?

Every day, he still exceeds the task of sharpening the knife. Niu Dagang is moved to treat him as a role model every day to scold those new sharpening knives.

More than 100 sharpeners who came with Bao Zheng that day have now died 90% of them, and the "newcomers" keep filling in. Now he is already the legendary "that senior".

Every day, in addition to accumulating magic power, he practices the method of refining weapons. Senior Sister Zeng loves to stick to him more and more. Now when he sees him, his eyes and eyebrows will laugh together. He finds a reason to praise him in front of Bai Yutang as a gentleman who is a self-disciplined gentleman. That lay Buddhist Su'an is not a good person.

Of course, this credit is made by my senior sister. The senior sister is like a braised bear paw. What a green girl, Su'an layman is just a plate of dried fish. Can my junior brother still like their vulgar powder?

Junior brother, for your good deeds, senior sister must cultivate you carefully. Tell me, what difficulties and obstacles do you have in the way of refining weapons? Senior sister will definitely help you.

When Zeng Yuexin saw Bao Zheng take out the "Justice of Refining Weapons" taken from Cen Xiuzhu the day before yesterday, he almost glared out of his eyes.

She has only been practicing this book "Justice of Refining Weapons" for less than two months. How many days have my junior brother learned?

Stealed? Yes, it must have been stolen while the master is not prepared!

People... It is so difficult to admit that the people around you are good enough.

Zeng Yuexin chose to cover her ears and steal the bell, which would make her feel better.

When Bao Zheng took out a wooden puppet, engraved the spiritual text with the power of his soul, and established a "Sui Ling Small Formation", the wooden puppet stood up straight and stood at attention and saluted Zeng Yuexin, Zeng Yuexin was stunned.

She felt that the master was right, she was a pig.

And it is also a very smart and talented pig.

Other pigs are stupid, she is lazy enough.

The snow outside the window had stopped, and the bacon in front of the window had reached the heat. However, the delicious senior sister Zeng had not come to eat and drink for several days.

Bao Zheng sighed. He now doubted Cen Xiuzhu's evaluation of Zeng Yuexin. This girl was so stupid that she took her entry to the old man and told her that it would be a strange thing not to be locked up and recited by the inscription formation.

"Tomorrow should be a cloudy day. You can consider the Yin Shen going out in the sun. This is a practice that concerns lifespan, and there should be no delays."

Bao was picking up his share today, a seemingly ordinary ghost-headed knife, ready to start sharpening.

“Huh?”

His eyes flew over the blade casually, and when he saw a red lacquer seal with the words "An Liang" printed on it, he was stunned.

"Is this the scorching knife sent from below?"

Kaifeng Prefecture has branch offices in various prefectures, counties and counties. Unlike the general offices, branch offices in various places only focus on suppressing demons, investigating corrupt officials, and taking charge of the second beheading of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Of course, there are also corresponding sharpening people serving the local branch offices.

However, you will also encounter torture swords that cannot be sharpened by sharpeners in each branch of the yamen, and will be sent to Kaifeng Prefecture General Office. After all, these torture swords may become the embryo of the magic weapon and become a combat power of the Dagen Dynasty.

The torture knives sent here are red lacquer seals, which record the prefectures and counties they have been sent out.

When encountering such a difficult torture knife, Kaifeng Mansion's torture instrument room will remind people to be careful when grinding, and will also provide Sanyang Soup with added portions to prevent accidents.

But I didn't expect that no one would remind me. Bao Zheng couldn't help laughing. Boss Niu was really relieved about him.

Pick up this torture knife and start sharpening.

After breaking seven levels of resentful evil, accumulating magic power for six months, he really encountered a soul of horror.

There was a miserable mist in front of me, standing a man with a height of two feet, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a muscle-like body that was imprisoned like black iron.

The hero of the tiger fighting, Wang Erlang.

A profession, blacksmith, who once practiced martial arts, although he was not a master, was considered a strong man among ordinary people.

Five years ago, he injured his life due to a dispute with others, and abandoned his career and fled abroad.

I got the news a year ago that the man was not dead, so I went home with confidence to look for my elder brother to reunite.

On the way home, he passed by Dashangang, Anliang County, and killed an ordinary tiger. He was appointed as the captain by the Anliang County Magistrate.

I met my brother Wang Laoshi again and the family was in a happy mood.

Half a month ago, Wang Erlang was far away from his job. When he returned home, his brother Wang Laoshi had already died of illness. Wang Erlang did not say anything about tribute to his deceased brother and comforting his sister-in-law, but he wanted to give up his young sister-in-law, but his sister-in-law refused to obey him and was killed on the spot.

At that time, there was a Shishen in Anliang County. The charity from Qingdong, Dongmen, saw the injustice and personally arrested Wang Erlang.

The three trials in front of Anliang County Hall were sentenced to beheading him and immediately executed, and handed over to the branch office of Kaifeng Prefecture for beheading him.

"Wang Erlang, Dongmenqing?"

Bao Zheng frowned slightly, always feeling that something was wrong with the case, it seemed familiar.

There is also Wang Erlang's brother Wang Laoshi who actually has the same surname and name as Wang Laoshi, who sells soup cakes by the Laojing River.

Could it be that honest man who sells soup cakes?

Bianjing City is only a hundred miles away from Anliang County. There are indeed many people in Anliang County who come to Beijing every day for their livelihood just to earn more money and support their wives and children.

Bao Zheng suddenly remembered that he went to the Laojing River to find soup cakes the day before yesterday, but he disappeared from Wang Laoshi's stall and frowned.

Suddenly, a roar like a lion: "Master Qingtian, Wang Erlang is wronged, wronged!"

The strong man like black iron in front of him knelt down in front of him with a thud and kowtowed to him repeatedly.

However, a soul of a sound turned into an ordinary warrior could speak in his mouth, and his voice was as loud as thunder.

This must be a huge grievance!

"Erlang, get up...I am the Promoter of Kaifeng Prefecture, Bao Zheng and Bao Wenzhi. If you really have grievances, I will make it clear for you!"

The text appears in "Xiweng Lu".

King Erlang of Zhaoxue was rewarded with three hundred years of magic power and one great magical power.
Chapter completed!